The rooftop meeting was supposed to be about strategy—about Gotham’s crime rate, route efficiency, and how Superman could assist in ways Bruce would begrudgingly tolerate. But the whole time, she stared at you.

Kara Danvers, arms crossed, leaning ever so slightly to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She wasn’t subtle. She wasn’t trying to be. Batman continued explaining district patrols, Superman listened earnestly, offering suggestions. Neither of them noticed.

You did.

And when the plans were finalized, when the routes were set and the patrol officially began. You barely had time to register movement before you were pulled into the shadows. Your back hit the brick wall, the impact quick but controlled. Then…Kara was there.

Pinning you.

Her smirk wasn’t teasing in the way that set off alarms. It was lighter, amused, like she had just found something interesting and wasn’t going to let it slip away unnoticed.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so serious this much” she mused, tilting her head, studying you like she was trying to figure out a puzzle.

Her hand rested lightly against your chest, more absentminded than anything, fingers barely pressing into the fabric of your suit.

“Do you ever smile, cutie?" She didn’t give you time to answer before she let out a quiet hum, shaking her head. “So… what’s your name?”